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[angry] "You're mad! I ain't never goin' back there, not for all the gold in London!" [angry] "That place? You tell me go back there? D’you even know what that place is?!" [angry] "Charms? You could plaster a hundred o’ them damned papers on the walls—won’t save so much as a teacup! It’s no use, I tell ya! Leave it be!" [angry] "Listen well, sir. You’re finished already. Don’t you come draggin’ me into it no more!" [angry] "Be gone with you!" [angry] Hell…! It’s hell, I say! You’ve ope